Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
CMW,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.